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The day only got longer as she sorted through files and called people to calmly threaten them over trivial and amateur mistakes that could cost her a case. She'd only lost two cases since she'd accepted her diploma and she wasn't going to allow the small cat to miss her only chance at justice. The little white cat had been accosted by an ex-boyfriend after he learned of her "deceit". Celeste thought him to be demented and feared they might pass it off as a crime of passion along with insanity. A plea for insanity might finish the case, but he would be "treated" and released. Seeing the picture of the happy smiling Persian made her want more for her rapist. Perhaps castration? Lifelong imprisonment and a firsthand experience of what rape was like? So many options and none of them felt good enough. She huffed and looked out her window, surprised to see how dark it was. She checked her watch and sighed through her nose. It was well past eight. She shook her head and glanced back at the files. The case was so close. It was almost over; she just needed a little more time to put together her side of things. Then the trial would be over. Then maybe the tiny cat would stop calling and blubbering at her over the phone because some juggernaut from her assailants corporate office had tried bullying more information from her. She'd been instructed to say nothing to them. They could hear all she knew at the trial, just like the jury and everyone else did. She tapped the files with neat claws and settled back down behind her desk. Just an hour or so more...

He tapped lightly on the door and awaited a response. Some part of him was still civil he supposed. The part of him that respected her as a lawyer was anyway. When she didn't respond he knocked louder. "Celeste." He called firmly. He waited a few moments and frowned when he heard no movement. Her scent was still strong in the room, he could smell it from his place on the other side of the door, but he heard no movement. Sighing in irritation he swung the door open. He stopped dead in the doorway at the sight that greeted his pale eyes. Celeste sat hunched over her desk, breathing low and eyes closed. Her hair was a mane of disarray around her head and the same ill-fitting suit from yesterday was rumpled and loosened beyond repair. Small murrs escaped her muzzle as she shifted in her sleep. It was obvious that she hadn't left the office or taken a break since he'd last seen her. He stepped into the office and shut the door gently behind himself. He crossed his arms and leaned on the wall as he watched her sleep. She looked tired even when she rested he thought dryly. Her face looked drawn from the long night, but a tiny smile hovered at the edge of her mouth. He wandered closer to her desk and looked down at her before letting out a deep breath. Tipping his head to the side he calmly took out his phone and scrolled through the music he had saved there. He plugged it into the speakers on her desk and turned them all the way up. He turned the speakers so that one lay on either side of her and smirked before pushing play. "Have you ever had sex? I have it felt great!" blared through the room and a distraught sleepy vixen was startled from her slumber as the lewd lyrics made her leap into the air and bark sharply. Breathing heavily she looked around; her hackles raised and she narrowed her bright blue eyes dangerously at the dog before her. He could do little less than smirk at the disgruntled vixen before him, but it faltered at the look on her face. He paused the music and smirked. "Morning sleeping beauty." She took a deep breath and tried to straighten her clothes. In her sleep, two very crucial buttons on her blouse had popped open and left more cleavage than anyone gave her credit for. "What are you doing in my office dog?" she snarled. Her heart was galloping in her chest from her earlier scare, but looking him over it gave another little kick, this time to send a jolt of awareness towards the apex of her thighs. He stood straight and cocky, one hand in his pocket and the other on his phone. His black lean cut black button up slid over every contour of his frame and disappeared into the waistline of slim hipped black slacks. His suit jacket was tossed carelessly over one arm and he wore his smirk like cologne. "Just enjoying the view." He said softly. She gave up propriety and merely glared at him. It sent a shiver down the canines' spine and he looked her over once more. She looked deliciously rumpled and sleepy, if not more than a little grumpy. "I'm sure there is a much more willing - and by willing I mean gullible- views elsewhere." She scoffed. He admired how quick witted she was even when she wasn't exactly coherent and collected. He let his gaze meander down her frame again. The girl was all curves and dips between hill country and valleys. He let them linger on the plump swell of her chest before giving her a slow smile. "Of that I doubt highly." He all but purred. With and indignant growl she stepped around the desk and advanced on him. "You're a pig." She spat. She began pushing on his back and aimed him towards the door. "That's strange, I always thought myself to be a dog." He mused. With an irritated growl she gave him a shove. "Get out. Out!" she barked. He gave her a wry look and said "But if I leave the view will be dismal. You've hired some surly women Celeste. Can I call you Celeste?" he asked. "No you may not Mr.Franco. Get out of my office you dick." She snapped. He silently cringed at her language and remembered she had almost no friends and certainly none that were female and it hadn't been a favor to her. She lacked a certain feminine touch that came with having longtime female friends. It showed through in her language. "Oh my. I don't think we're on the same page at all now. You see, I'm a dog. Perhaps you're confused as to what a dick is. I can give you a demo if you need. Hands on even." He offered. She threw open her office door and propelled him out of it. She slammed the door so hard the dog could feel the wind against his face. The vixen stalked back and forth in her office and fumed silently. She couldn't like this dog. Not even on a sexual level. True, she hadn't been with anyone sexually in years and felt grossly undersexed, over stressed and drained. But she couldn't be attracted to a man she didn't even like as a person. She didn't do things like that. She was a logical kind of girl. And logical girls don't fall for bad boys.

A tick started in her jaw as the dog before settled the napkin in his lap and perused the menu. She didn't even look at the menu as the waitress wandered back over. She was switching her hips hard enough to break them off she thought dourly. The panther was all she was not. Tall, slim and exotic she batted thick eyelashes at Caldor as he relayed his order in French. Her demeanor towards the fox was cold at best. "Your attitude is awful. Shape up, I'm not against reporting a shitty waitress." She said fluently in French. The panther blushed madly and took down her order. "You can be quite the bitch can't you?" he scoffed. She gave him a heated stare. "Better that than a manipulative misogynist." She quipped. He chuckled and she crossed her legs as the sensation of warmth pooled in her stomach and hung heavily. "I don't hate women. In fact I enjoy them very much." He said. He looked her over again. She'd chosen to wear a simple suit style dress in a demure blue that brightened her eyes. It was shorter than her usual fare but allowed for little sexual appeal after that. He smirked as he remembered his plan to rope her into dinner. Her father had been on his ass for weeks to get on with advertising and rotation hiring and he'd refused. He mentioned in passing near her father that they ought to discuss whom to hire over dinner sometime, and before she could hope to refuse him again her father had swooped in and eyed both of them until they awkwardly set up a time and date. It had been well over a week ago when he'd done so, but she was stuck and her father would throw a fit if he knew she'd skipped out. "You're a pig." She said. She gave him a disgruntled look and settled her paws in her lap. "No. I'm a dog." He said, raising an eyebrow. She sighed and merely sat. She didn't enjoy his company overmuch. She had the vague thought that she might, if he merely walked about silently and flexed. No speaking, just the visual and facial expressions. Maybe he'd be able to laugh though, so she could hear his sexy- if condescending- chuckle. "You're staring Ms.Rainfyre." he murmured. She snapped back to reality and scowled. "What were you thinking of? All dreamy eyed." He asked. He was teasing her and she rose to his bait, though she knew that it was a trap. "A perfect world." She said with a smirk of her own. He felt a tug near his groin at the sight of it. It was small and pouting and sexy as hell. Her eyelashes framed her face and her eyelids drooped just a bit, giving her a soft seductive look. It was a blow to see the actual woman beneath the layers of lawyer. He felt his blood pulse south at the mental imagery the smile invoked. Crawling across silk sheets, looking up from going down on his...he mentally shook himself and grit his teeth. But damn that smile. "And what kind of world would that be?" he replied with a knowing smirk. His mouth felt dry, though he knew it wasn't. Women didn't affect him. He could have whatever woman he wanted. "One where you couldn't speak." She said and took satisfaction in the fire that lit behind the dogs eyes. "You're a little chit." He grumbled to himself. "No. I'm a fox." She mocked. His delight in her cleverness was shocking to him. He'd never much cared for sarcasm or excessive intelligence in his women. He respected and liked talking to smart women, but for the most part, hadn't ever become attracted to them. And yet here was this gorgeous intelligent fox and lust and real interest were both punching him in the gullet. He swallowed and looked down into his drink a moment. When he looked back up, her smirk was back in place. And once it was the images came back, each one more erotic than the next. A low growl caught in his throat and he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. The waitress brought their food and he regarded her carefully over his meal. She gotten some kind of poultry covered in white gravy and fresh veggies. She slid a cut of it past plump lips and chewed carefully, before swallowing and licking her lips clean. It was mesmerizing to say the least. She had lips that looked like pillows, all rounded and plump. She paused and looked at him a moment. He hadn't touched his food and she frowned at him. "Did you come here to watch me eat?" she demanded. He smiled slowly and picked up his own fork. "I might have if I'd know you did so much with your mouth when you eat. And your tongue. Never seen a girl lick a fork like that."he said. She blushed underneath her fur and looked down. She felt odd eating now, knowing he was watching her. "I've been thinking.." he began. "Well glory be!" she said softly in a mocking southern accent. "And I think we should have sex. Lots and lots of sex." He said. She paused and stared at him. She put her fork down and opened her mouth to speak. She paused again before just looking up at him and firmly stating, "No." He began eating again nonchalantly. "Why not? We're both consenting attractive available adults." He said. "Why not isn't a question. It's idiocy. And just because we are doesn't mean we should have sex together. I don't want to have sex with you." She said. More southern parts of her protested this vehemently, but she was sticking to her story. "Why wouldn't you want to have sex with me? I'm a fine male specimen you know." He said. She pressed her fingertips to her temples and sighed. "You're a misogynist asshole with an alpha complex bigger than your head can handle." She said. Her golden red curls fell loosely around her shoulders as she shook her head. "Which head do you mean? Because one can take a lot more pressure than the other." He said. She half groaned half growled and stabbed viciously at a piece of chicken. She had never wanted to be somewhere else more than she did right then. She would rather sit through a cafe full of people who thought they were deep and poetic, but were really just condescending betas with superiority issues. And though she was having uncharitable thoughts about the dog in front of her, she couldn't deny that her lady bits were straining to meet his manly bits. And pronto. Lust was a bitch.